I’m getting ready to return to Chicago after my side trip to New Jersey. My much-anticipated visit with my brother Mike was underwhelming, to say the least. It was a return to reality, in essence quite similar to my previous visits with him. It seems that I spent the intervening years between visits romanticizing my relationship with him, building fanciful intellectualized artifices and dreams of communication on some weird ethereal level. Well, it was an interesting journey and I am happy to have been able to share it with everyone, particularly other siblings of the severely mentally disabled.
Although my visit to New Jersey was a side trip from my family currently in Chicago, the quest to understand Mike was anything but a side trip for quite a number of years. I will never lose interest in learning about autism and the workings of the brain, but I would like to relegate my personal connection to the status of a side trip. Although Mike shaped my life significantly, possibly in the same way that an irritating grain of sand plays a significant role in forming a pearl, I have paid my homage to him.
What is next?
Will let you know. I have a lot of thinking to do. There are many interesting things to think about.